I’ve been living in my lovely rented apartment in the centre of the city for over 2 1/2 years now. As much as I love this place we’ve made home, there are a couple of things about renting that really get on my nerves. Here're a few things about renting that really bother me.
Nothing is mine.
We purposefully chose a furnished place because we just about had the money for the deposit, let alone a couch and a coffee table. We picked up a couple of things, like lampshades, rugs, artwork, throws etc to put our own stamp on the place but all of the big things, don’t belong to us. And now they’re annoying me. They’re not what I would pick, they’re showing signs of wear and tear that I can’t do anything about, and every cup ring stain and spilled red wine sends me into a panic - because it’s not mine, it’s someone else’s.
Decorating is not my decision.
Everything is white walls, beige floors. It's so impersonal. Easy to manage, neutral, and we do have permission to redecorate as long as we put it back to white and beige when we pack up and leave - but that’s just too much hassle for my liking. I’m not saying I want red walls and purple carpets, but a feature wall here, maybe a nice dark wood floor there - it’d be nice for the time being but the cost and time of changing everything only to have to change it back again is not worth it.
Permission isn’t always granted.
It’s like being back living with your parents, needing to ask permission for everything. If we want to get rid of something, replace something, if we need someone to look at the toilet because it’s making a funny noise - we need permission. We have to go through the agent, who goes through the landlord, who goes back through the agent who lets us know the answer. And it’s not always as quick as reading that sentence.
A scratch here, a nick there, a suspicious looking stain that I can’t quite remember if it was there when we moved in or not. It all makes me worry. It could all make the difference between getting our deposit back or not at all. And that was one blood, sweat and tears deposit that I would quite like back, thank you very much.
A couple of times a year, I clean like the queen is coming for tea. When the agents come to inspect, it’s scarier than when the parents come round for a brew. We keep the place in exceptional condition if I’m honest, it’s always clean and tidy, Good Housekeeping would be proud (most of the time). But when the agents come to visit, I don’t know, I get so nervous that they will white glove the top of the door frames and fine us for every dust bunny they find. We’ve never failed an inspection yet, but it’s still nerve-wracking.
It’s all going nowhere.
The age old argument between buying and renting - with renting, your money is generally going nowhere and at the end of the contract, well, physically you have nothing to show for it. No walls, roof, picket fence or garden green. Nada. Nothing. Zip. You pack up, leave the couch that isn’t your behind, and move on to the next place, to another couch that isn’t yours.
So the above makes me sound like a right negative nelly, but it’s not all doom and gloom, there are some pretty awesome benefits to renting, and I love our little home, but there’s defiantly a few things I wish we could improve on!
Do you love or loathe renting?
Until next time,